The Wound

by Storm Dewleaf   Jan 21, 2006


Some friends no longer
Seems a friend to be.
I have to say "I'm a lesbian"
To the only man to ever love me.
The girl I love
I can't be with forever.
And if my family knew
Accept me they'd never.

I think I'm losing it.
I haven't returned to the razor...
But today in desperation
I used a pair of tweezers.
No deep cut...
But I still can't escape it.
Each time something happens
The wound goes deeper and deeper.
It gets harder to heal.
And the scar is more prominent.
I need to be alone
Except perhaps my friends.
A quiet field, a tree
By a flowing stream.
It would quiet my mind,
Relieve the pain of my wounds.
But it won't ever be.
The world doesn't allow peace.
And if I could even make it possible,
By that time, I wouldn't have her.
So I'll go there in my mind.
Cry some more tears,
Shed some more blood.
Hope my futile hopes.
And wait for sleep...
To finally claim me...
For the last time.

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